A few days ago for my birthday post, I was asking the kids to find a decent pic of me to post. (You know how I feel about selfies...) Well, Teach sent me one and so did Princess. I randomly put in the one from Teach, but Princess was a bit offended so I told her I would post hers as well.
I have never been the sort of person to like my picture taken. I'm not fond of mirrors either. Why is it we have to get so hung up about what we look like?
I know my kids are aware of these aversions even though I tell them it doesn't matter and I'm not trying to impress anyone. Then why does it bug me so much? Why did I spend half an hour scrolling through pics to try to find one of myself that was acceptable?
Why is it so hard to practice what I preach?
I don't believe we were all meant to look like we come from the same cookie cutter mold. And honestly, I don't like the pressure associated with having to look perfect all the time. I like to pull my hair up and play basketball in my baggy shorts. And I love wearing my sweetie's big comfy t-shirts.
I couldn't even tell you the last time I curled my hair or put on makeup other than Chapstick. So I guess 99.9% of the time I don't care what I look like or what people think of me, but on that one day that I turned 50, I guess I just didn't want to look like it.
One sweet commenter said, "You don't look a day over 30!" Thank you! That was so kind of you. It made me smile. I don't think I want to go back to 30 again, but I don't want people telling me "You don't look a day over 50!" either.
So where does this circular argument get me?
Right back where I started...
Looking for random pics of myself that I feel comfortable sharing.